“The life of the animal is only a fragment of the total life of the universe”. Then what about suicide? A fragment of the universe would be destroying itself? No, not destroying; it couldn’t destroy itself even if it tried. It would be changing it’s mode of existence. Changing… Bits of animals and plants become human beings. What was one day a sheep’s hind leg and leaves of spinach was the next part of the hand that wrote, the brain that conceived the slow movement of the Jupiter Symphony. And another day had come when thirty-six years of pleasures, pains, hungers, loves, thoughts, music, together with infinite unrealized potentials of melody and harmony had manured an unknown corner of a Viennese cemetery, to be transformed into grass and dandelions, which in their turn had been transformed into sheep, whose legs had in their turn been transformed into other musicians, whose bodies in their turn…

– Point Counter Point, Aldous Huxley

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